Solo Swordmaster

#721. May you rest in peace.

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‘Did you succeed…?’

An ice mansion made by Limon.

There, Bachemensky, who was looking out the window, clenched his fists.

The sky, which had been covered in darkness for over ten days, was brightly lit by a magic circle drawn by a pillar of light.

And the efforts of those who must have shed blood and sweat to create numerous GOD products that will be at the root of it.

It made Bachemensky’s eyes grow hot.

a few days a few days

to rest your throat.

I even forgot to eat and drink.

He was the one who appealed through broadcasting.

It wasn’t that I was certain.

Were his words properly conveyed? And even if it was delivered, how many people would listen to it and how many would willingly give it up.

It was because he was no longer an innocent youth enough to blindly believe.

I just wanted to believe.

country you love.

The revolution he has been pursuing.

People you should respect.

And that brilliant light was no different from the proof itself that his faith was not in vain.

‘No, not yet.’

Kureung Kugoogu Palace!

Bachemensky forcibly blocked the water around his eyes.

Even though the magic circle made up of pillars of light soared all over the ground, it only created a thundercloud with a loud roar.

It was because the clouds that were not collapsing and the still clear darkness were telling us.

I even activated the Abyss.

That he didn’t give up.

Rather, the fact that he was trying to suppress even the great magic of the gods by squeezing all his strength.

‘Maybe it’s lack of strength.’

Bachemensky groaned.

When you think about it, it was natural.

Now, after gathering strength for nearly a hundred years in 24 Gulags, the power of the Demon God is the strongest ever.

On the other hand, the power of the gods, who were only weakly connected because of the barriers and overuse of miracles to mass-produce the GOD brand, was limited.

As in Moscow, the connection between the Demon God and Providence could not be easily broken just by activating the Abyss.

‘Then what can I do…’

Bachemensky turned.

And sit back in the chair.

I grabbed the transmitter’s microphone.

“Do you see everyone?”

“This is a miracle from God. All the gods of the Pantheon are giving their strength to defeat the demon and save us.”

“But there is still something missing to achieve the miracle.”

yet before launching.

From the conversation I had with Ainsha.

As a priest of the Holy League, Vachemensky said, recalling the several requests she had made.

“—It is everyone’s belief.”

Essential to God’s Miracle.

Faith (belief).

Someone, like the heart, of course has.

But remembering what someone can never have even if they die.

Bachemensky said heavily.

“I know it’s difficult. We are a people of revolution who gave up on God a long time ago.”

era of revolution.

A temple, a church, a temple.

Burn it as you see it.

From virtuous priests to innocent witches, expelled or burned as religious people who cling to vested interests or swindlers who are insensitive.

It is their pride that they built a country for the people by the people of the people.

Long years have passed and now it has become a dictatorship, but it is still remembered with pride.

But now you believe in God.

It was very difficult both psychologically and practically.

“So you don’t have to believe in God.”

knowing that very well.

Bachemensky did not bother to persuade the people.

just engraved

“Believe in that light instead.”

Pillars of light still rising fiercely to dispel the clouds in the sky.

“Believe that there is someone out there who wants to save us.”

Swordsmith Limon Aspelder, who fought fiercely for six days and is still making the world cry.

“Believe that our efforts were not in vain.”

The efforts they have made so far to make GOD brand products.

“Believe that we can live.”

The hope that must have sprouted in everyone’s heart after seeing the light that split the darkness.

And…

“Above all, please believe in the future of this country.”

Ainsha’s teachings.

‘Faith is not that great.’

‘Praying for a good harvest is the faith of a good harvest.’

‘If you wish for your family’s health, it is your family’s faith.’

‘I don’t pray because there is a God. God exists because there is prayer.’

‘Only hope.’

‘And I believe.’

‘That becomes the power of God.’

Before being the princess of the Seven Dragons.

As the priest of the Holy League.

Ainsha informed him.

Even though there are no believers, a demon god can only absorb fear, despair, hatred, and resentment to become its own strength.

Whatever it is, pure wind and prayer can be the power of God.

Of course it’s a gamble.

Which god will the prayer reach?

It was meaningless if it were original as it was different according to each person’s wishes.

But for now, it didn’t matter.

present this moment.

All the gods in the world create pillars of light.

No matter what prayer anyone prays, it will reach any one of them.

Paba baba baba bababat!

…just like this.

Not just big cities with industrial complexes.

in a small town factory.

Or in an old garage.

Compared to the pillars of light so far, they are too thin and blurry, but instead, many thousands of thousands of light beams emerge.

Quarreureung!

■■■■■■―!

So the magic circle of light becomes much clearer.

finally piercing the dark clouds.

with a terrifying sound.

Watching the magic circle that sucked in the darkness that covered the country of Rasya Khan, dye the world with light.

Bachemensky laughed.

‘at las…!’

The homeland that has finally regained its light.

And the end of the demon subjugation plan that finally arrived made him smile with a sense of relief.

Quaang!

“Gagging!”

…until you get blown up against a wall.

When Vachemensky, who had been imprisoned in the wall of the ice mansion, vomited blood, with a sudden shock as if he had been hit by a car.

What came out was a voice.

[It’s because of you.]

Deep.

dark.

gloomy.

Still, a strangely familiar voice.

[Things wouldn’t have turned out this way if it wasn’t for you…!]

“…I see.”

At the same time, looking at the shape created by the coalescence of the black mist that flowed somewhere.

Bachemensky groaned.

“Is that so?”

It was a fact that should have been doubted long ago.

Even if he is a god of magic.

The demon was originally a lamp genie.

It is nothing more than an artificial spirit that grants wishes without any will or desire of its own.

So, without Limon, Ainsha, or a user, the Demon God tried to resurrect himself, but he had doubts about this situation.

I just thought it was a runaway combination of the grudges I had accumulated for 100 years and the legacy of the Dark Dawn.

But they had to realize.

only one.

You knew about the artifacts of the Dark Dawn before anyone else.

Also, that there was someone who had the ability to awaken the demon.

“Brother Dmitri, you were fused with the demon.”

A boy who gained the legacy of the Dark Dawn Society and rose to the level of a dark wizard.

And the head of the counter-revolutionary army, who was killed by Adolf after contacting Catherine, who was the head of the new revolutionary army, to make him a ally.

But the power of black magic.

and with ferocious resentment.

without falling into the underworld.

A vengeful spirit who tried to resurrect the demon.

No, looking at Dmitri, who had become an evil spirit, Bachemensky vomited another handful of blood.

Regretful not realizing that the demon god was so obsessed with catching Limon that it wasn’t just because he felt threatened.

[Why did you interrupt me?]

He glared at Bachemensky with a fervent eye.

Dmitry’s demon howled.

[I just did the right thing!]

“You mean the right thing? Offer your comrades as a living sacrifice…?”

[That’s a sacrifice for the revolution!]

“…sacrifices are made by oneself, not forced by others.”

[Don’t talk nonsense! Anyone who is a citizen of this country but does not help the revolution is an enemy!]

This is for everyone.

So you have to help yourself.

Those who hinder them, as well as those who do not help them, deserve to die as enemies of the revolution.

Watching Dmitri shout madly, Bachemensky put on a bitter expression.

It was because he knew very well that it wasn’t just because he became an evil spirit and lost his mind that this boy was crying like this.

“Brother Dmitry, it is easy to criticize others.”

assault the supervisor.

Threatening other comrades.

plunder against the rich.

Even taking bribes for granted.

One reason why Dmitri didn’t feel guilty.

Because I believed it was for the revolution.

For the sake of the revolution, murder, terrorism, and crime were committed without hesitation.

And Dmitri just followed them.

Because no one told this boy what was right. Rather, they praised him for being a revolutionary even though he was young.

“But the world doesn’t get better just by swearing at others and bringing them down.”

That’s what I thought.

Even if the revolution succeeded.

The revolutionary government would have collapsed.

The country will be ruined if you recklessly lower taxes just because they are high.

If the army gets rid of it because it eats money, it will collapse due to invasion.

If you ban labor because you don’t want to work, everyone will starve to death.

It wasn’t that I didn’t know such an obvious fact. They just believed that they could do better than the dictator.

But it was arrogance.

No, I didn’t know if stupidity would be more accurate.

Just because there are flaws in the existing system, instead of looking for something to do and fixing it, they tried to destroy the country without any alternative.

with unfounded confidence.

Or because it’s easier and more convenient.

In the end, they were intoxicated with the revolutionary themselves and waged a revolution for the sake of the revolution.

Like this boy who would do anything to become a revolutionary just because he wanted to be recognized and believed it was the right thing to do.

“Revolution is not about leading, teaching and ruling.”

[….]

“You have to bow down and ask for the opportunity to follow everyone, learn from everyone, and serve everyone.”

[…]

“A revolution carried out without knowing it is not a revolution. Just another means of dictatorship…”

[Shut up!]

“Cool!”

Grab Bachemensky’s neck.

blocking what he was saying.

Dmitri said with a serious look in his eyes.

[How dare a dictator and an enemy of the revolution dare to talk about the revolution…!]

Wow.

It seems to break like this.

Bachemensky did not dare to shake off Dmitri’s hand, which was strangling him.

I just quietly closed my eyes.

This is the price he has to pay.

As a member of the revolutionary government who deceived a boy who could have lived a normal life and made it like this, it was a punishment he had to pay.

And so, the moment Dmitri’s evil spirit flashed his eyes and swung his claws out like blades.

Dismissed!

[Ahh!]

With his hand grabbed.

Dmirty’s evil spirit bounced back.

Then, as I staggered in midair, I opened my eyes wide.

[How do you… No, why!]

Whoops!

[…!]

The empty space where there was nothing.

It took a moment for me to open my eyes while looking at the black fog that swirled there.

The mouth that had been opened to say something, Dmitri’s demon closed it again.

because I could feel it.

If it’s close, it’s close.

if far away

The feeling of the extremely sharp and hot blade that pierced the heart of the Demon God in the 24th Gulag.

[…why.]

The arms, the body, the face.

Feeling that the grudges that held him in this world were forcibly dispersing.

Dmitri murmured dumbfounded.

[I just wanted freedom…]

Pass.

that last word.

Member of the revolutionary government and head of the counter-revolutionary army.

And the evil spirit of the boy who wanted to become a great revolutionary by resurrecting the demon as a black wizard disappeared like melting in the morning sunlight.

However, the black fog that formed the boy’s evil spirit did not disappear immediately.

After hovering in the air for a while,

It just took some shape.

That moment.

Bachemensky’s eyes widened.

It’s too blurry compared to Dmitri’s lively appearance.

Even so, the appearance of a man with a shaggy beard with an unrecognizable stature made him suffocate.

“teacher…?”

staring blankly at the scene.

Bachemensky realized it belatedly.

How was it that only he was able to survive in the Gulag, where the demon was resurrected and everyone was unconscious?

but at his call.

The man didn’t answer.

After a quiet smile.

It just scattered and fell as if following the boy.

At the end of seeing the disappearance of the last remnants of a man who became one with the demon god in the past, but disappeared along with the demon god in Moscow.

Bachemensky muttered bitterly.

“Please rest in peace…”

I miss you a bit.

a little sick

little bit grateful

In a really complicated heart.

Bachemensky thus sent his last farewell to his teacher.